Spending a night in the Indian Ocean
Is not suitable for the faint-hearted
The rise and fall of your expectation
Of being served leaves you disappointed
We all turned up at the time appointed
The restaurant of that name made us seasick
Tossed aside, crossly discussed, debated
Were our options, rescue unrealistic
Dashed hopes, plate-smashing wishes, as fish-like
Waiters with bright teeth dished up for someone
Else, while stood on deck, now heavy-hearted
Dry-lipped, albatrosses around each neck
We waited for the end, for night to come
To be ancient mariners of Ashton fated
Sat 30 July
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